Well, you remember when I took this out in the garden saying hello to our neighbour, M. Riere, and he was just beginning to prepare his soil for spring and as you see, it was a chilly day in the late winter and zilch is growing except for a few leftover little whatever they ares and so I thought I would show you what that same piece of barren turf looks like NOW:
And as he does so often, he bestows upon us baskets of eggplant, tomatoes (we have a few but not like THAT), sweet red peppers and potatoes. In fact, he is such a bestower that he grows this amazing amount of food so that he can share it with the neighbors and his tenants who come in the summer.
I must say that for a really awful growing season this year, M. Riere has done wonders. Plus he likes me because I go out and prowl around, watching him plant and reap, and he always says, ‘Bonjour, Loulou.”
“BONJOUR, LOULOU”
A proper French greeting, which I love. And I say to him, “Bonjour, Jean,” because of course we are on a first-name basis after so many years.
And this is Christine and Jean, such special voisins (neighbors).
A lovely way to start one’s day.
I munch on weeds while they garden. This is one of mama’s four weeds that she saves for me. And why are there no weeds? Because of MULCH, thanks to Ruth Stout’s book, “How To Have A Green Thumb Without An Aching Back”, which I have mentioned before and which mama read years ago before gardening at all and has followed ever since. Mulch, mulch, mulch and then mulch again. You’ll see wonders.
But, as usual, gardening wears me OUT!
What a nice garden. So beautiful and peaceful. It will even help you to relax. That is great.
Oh, yes, a relaxing garden is a great asset. Plus the nip bed……
Wow, Loulou – I envy your playground!! Even if it’s just to look at – but have you bribed him to grow catnip yet? All the gardening Mama does here is to manage to grow a few sprouts of ivy from the windowboxes – and from time to time stick pots of flowers in between the sprigs so it looks like she knows what she’s doing. Quite depressing, Lucky you.
WELL, Loulou, this article in the Guardian today https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2016/aug/22/sir-nils-olav-the-penguin-receives-military-promotion-at-edinburgh-zoo
“Sir Nils Olaf the Penguin Receives Military Promotion at the Edinburgh Zoo” caught my eye. You have a Pawlympics medal, right? Well, you see this bird’s medal? Yours is better. I think you should be called Lady Loulou. We will have to talk to the Queen about her glaring omission. Bisous, Mya
Oh, Mya, you are SOOOOO CUTE. And the article is so funny. Yes, I like my medal better and feel it has design and charm. Lady Loulou? Is that like Lady Gogo or whatever she is…? Does that mean I have to go around nude with lots of eye makeup? Not sure on that one…and I can’t sing at all. Oh, well, thanks for the suggestion. I love penguins because we have the same coutourier. HAHA
That is an amazing garden! My husband has a nice garden, but nowhere near as big. And LouLou, I want to rub that tummy.
My tummy has something about it, that’s for sure. Maybe anthros think I am a kind of Buddha, haha.
OMC LouLou Dat’s not a garden, dat’s a farm!!! Dat’s a lot of veggies fur sure. Ya’ll are blest. And you of course are just bootyful. Enjoy dat rest befur your next garden adventure.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Raena
They even let me help dig up soil so they can plant seeds or little plants. But sometimes I miss and dig up the plant when I’m not supposed to ….uh, oh.
What a lush garden. And such a generous neighbor. You are a very lucky family to know them.
You are not just whistlin’ Dixie!!!